Three Haiku

One haiku tells of

the snail climbing Mt. Fuji

today I am all snail

 

The rain brings out slugs

who hungrily devour

new leaves on old mint

 

When will the clouds give

way to sunshine? when the clouds

damn well feels like it

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Spring Pantoum (april 3)

In the damp gray-green morning
I believe that the rain will rain
forever, that the sun is an idea
we’ve forgotten, been forgotten by

I believe the rain will rain
until we rise, weeping, the tears
we’ve forgotten, been forgotten by
for weeks, while the sun professed

Until we rise, weeping, the tears
will decay, jewels of grief,
for weeks, when the sun professed
ideas we longed to believe in

We’ll decay, jewels of grief,
paroxysms of carbon and light,
ideas we longed to believe in
as ourselves, liquid and constant

Paroxysms of carbon and light
We are rain, tears, light,
we are ourselves, liquid and constant,
like the rain, like tears, falling

We are rain, tears, light.
We are forever the sun, an idea
like the rain, falling like tears
in the damp gray-green morning

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